The day i first met her
She moved along like a timed slide show
With grace and chaste in her stride
Swinging her hips like a desert Carmel
And stepping on the ground like it hurts.
That’s when i first saw her.
Meeting her was a dream come true,
Speaking to her was like melting the snow.
Her voice like the ocean singing low
With no turbulent waves to alter the flow.
That’s when i first met her.
Touching her was like food to a pauper
Her skin smooth like a silk wall
Her body soft like sheep wool
That’s when i first touched her.
Holding her in my arms,
Being with her all my life
…was never imagined
For it never happened
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: Sylvander To Clarinda: Extempore Reply to Verses addressed to the Author by a Lady, under the signature of “Clarinda” and entitled, On Burns saying he ‘had nothing else to do.’
- While Summer Suns O’er the Gay Prospect Play’d by Thomas Warton
- Awake by Sara Herlihy
- Sonnet 19 poem – John Milton poems
- Southern Sunrise by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Британишский – Чюрлёнис
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше. Теперь
- Джон Мильтон – Написано в дни, когда ожидался штурм Лондона
- The Prisoners Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- Robert Burns: Lassie Wi’ The Lint-White Locks:
- Advent by Patrick Kavanagh
- Владимир Маяковский – Плакаты, 1928
- Night poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- Нина Воронель – Не слишком ли ты многого
- Street Circus poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
